Duncan felt an immediate sense of shock when the intricately carved black wooden figure of the goat head on the table unexpectedly animated, coming to life. He had never expected to witness such a chilling transformation aboard the Vanished, a ship that itself felt like an inexplicable illusion in this case. His eyes were riveted to the slowly twisting wooden figure as a wave of caution bubbled up within him. Then, it dawned on him: the figure couldnt actually see him.

The reason was uniqueDuncan was observing the mysterious scene via a supernatural method. He was connected to this dimension through his own ethereal ghost flames, which meant that only his thoughts and senses were projected into this reality. He hadnt physically manifested himself here. So, the goat head carving seemed to sense his spiritual aura but was confused about its source.

The black carving started to rotate slowly on its wooden stand, producing soft, haunting creaking sounds. These noises felt particularly unsettling in the otherwise eerie silence that permeated the captains quarters aboard this Vanished. Made of obsidian, the figures pitch-black eyes swiveled aimlessly, passing over the spot where Duncans consciousness was projected multiple times. Finally, it stopped moving and murmured in a low, groggy voice, as though caught in a state of half-sleep, Who is there

Duncan felt uneasy about the figures response. It had clearly sensed something, but why didnt it recognize the aura as belonging to the ships Captain? Deep in thought for a moment, Duncan finally came to a decision.

The ethereal link, established by his ghost flames, suddenly intensified. Using the flames as a conduit, Duncan poured his will into this shadowy, fog-laden space. In a swift action, he manifested his physical form, determined to uncover the mystery surrounding this mysterious ship sailing through the dense mist and the peculiar goat head that had captured his attention.

As the Vanished sailed through the dark, foggy expanse, ghostly green flames sporadically flickered into existence around the ships deck. A thin tendril of ghost fire eventually materialized out of thin air inside the dimly lit captains quarters. It crackled and sizzled as it rapidly expanded, outlining the tall figure of Duncan.

The moment Duncan physically manifested, his connection to this mysterious and dark realm became incredibly strong. Almost at the same instant, however, he sensed a shift in the environment. Both the foggy atmosphere and the very structure of the ship seemed to respond to some unknown stimulus. Everything around him suddenly blurred, becoming surreal and distorted. A sense of being unwelcome, as if the dark mist was actively resisting his ethereal flames, emanated from all directions. It felt like the strange realm he had stepped into was on the brink of rapid disintegration.

Duncan felt a wave of astonishment wash over him as he encountered an unprecedented sense of active rejection from the mysterious space. Throughout his past investigationswhether examining Alices spirit coffin, tinkering with an enigmatic brass wind-up key, or scrutinizing various occult artifacts confiscated from nefarious cultistshis ethereal ghost flames had never elicited such a hostile response.

He began to wonder if this unusual realm possessed some sort of active, powerful consciousness. These staggering thoughts raced through his mind, but he knew now was not the time for deep analysis. The stability of his connection to this place felt tenuous at best, so he shifted his focus toward stabilizing his ethereal presence while cautiously approaching the goat head perched on the navigation table.

Seemingly roused from its dreamy stupor, the black wooden carving abruptly lifted its head and locked eyes with Duncan. To the animated figure, Duncans sudden manifestationhis tall form and ghostly green flamesmust have felt like an intrusive burst of illumination piercing the tranquility of a dark, secluded dream. Who are you? it demanded in a voice tinged with confusion.

It seems you dont recognize me, Duncan observed aloud, not particularly surprised considering the earlier irregularities hed sensed. Fighting to maintain his tenuous link to this enigmatic locale, he swiftly assessed the situation aboard the Vanished and regarding the curious goat head before him. I am Duncan Abnomarwhat is your name?

Duncan Ah, the name rings a bell, the goat head mumbled, its voice slurred and dreamy as if it were half-awake. It failed to directly answer Duncans inquiry. But I cant recall why youre here why any of us are here

A frown creased Duncans forehead.

He could feel the already tenuous connection to this fog-shrouded, dark space beginning to deteriorate. It was as if the area itself were trying to repel him, or more specifically, to extinguish his ethereal flames. Adding to his concerns, the goat head seemed to be trapped in a semi-conscious state, unable to offer any useful information.

Pausing only briefly to collect his thoughts, Duncan took another deliberate step forward and gestured toward the sea chart next to the perplexing goat head. Where is the Vanished sailing?

A few moments passed before the goat head sluggishly processed Duncans question. Laboriously turning its carved neck, it glanced at the navigation map, which intriguingly displayed a forested landscape rather than nautical charts. After a lengthy pause, it mumbled almost incoherently, Oh, good, they are still there

Who? Duncan shot back instantly, his urgency increasing. Who are

Before he could complete his question, the entire space was rocked by a violent, quaking tremor and a low, ominous howl that seemed to emanate from the very fabric of the realm itself.

The sensation of rejection intensified exponentially as if the very fabric of space-time in this mysterious realm was rallying against the invasion of his ghost flames. Duncan could hear faint crackling sounds echoing around him, like his ethereal flames were coming into contact with an invisible yet impenetrable barrier. All the sensations he was receiving through these flames became muddled as if filtered through a layer of fog.

Lowering his gaze, Duncan noticed that his own projected form was becoming increasingly blurred, almost translucent. It felt as though the ethereal cord that tethered him to this enigmatic world was fraying, about to snap at any moment.

He pondered using stronger forces to overpower this resistance and maintain his connection but hesitated. Now knowing that the massive vineand perhaps the realm itselfcould be sentient or even alive, he questioned the ethics and wisdom of forcefully imposing his presence.

At that moment, the goat head on the navigation table seemed to finally become aware of the disturbance surrounding Duncan. Its eyes narrowed on the wavering green flames, and after a momentary pause, it spoke in a murmur so faint it was almost unintelligible, Ah, youve frightened her

Who have I frightened? Duncan immediately questioned, seizing onto the new piece of information.

Atlantis, responded the goat head, its voice growing languid as if about to re-enter its dream-like state. Atlantis doesnt know you, and your presence has frightened her.

Atlantis? The name sent a surge of associations and questions through Duncans mind. Was this the World Tree that ancient elven lore spoke of?

Just as he was gearing up to delve deeper with more questions, a powerful sensation of being disconnected overwhelmed him. It was like being violently pulled away from this alternate reality. The surroundingsthe captains cabin, the navigation table, the sea chartall dissolved into an impenetrable darkness. Only the goat heads faint muttering lingered, echoing in the void. Ah, its timeshes waking up.

In the next instant, Duncan felt a jolting sensation that snapped him back to his physical reality. He instinctively took a deep breath and opened his eyes, only to find Alices doll-like face hovering just a few inches away from his own.

Startled by her unsettling proximity, Duncan stepped back abruptly. Alice responded with a brilliant smile, leaning in excitedly as she exclaimed, Captain! Captain! The dawn is approaching, and it seems everything has returned to normal outside!

Before he could chastise Alice for startling him, her words arrested his attention. Looking around, Duncan saw that she was right. The dense forest that had invaded and fused with the citys architecture had inexplicably vanished. Even the street fixtures, once grotesquely entangled with giant plant life, were back to their original form.

Softly glowing gas lamps lined the roads, illuminating the area with a reassuring light. In the distance, rays of sunlight appeared to emanate from the distant coastline, casting their warm glow over the city-state. High above, the scarred fissure of the Worlds Creation was becoming faintly visible through the light. And on the horizon, a glimmer of dawn seemed to break through the clouds, presaging the rise of the celestial anomaly labeled 001.

Although the world appeared to be returning to its original state, Duncan was left with a mind full of unanswered questions and a lingering sense of foreboding. It was as if hed touched the edge of something far larger, something that he couldnt yet fully understand.

Duncan blinked, his eyes instinctively drawn toward the incline deep within the city block where a colossal vine had once erupted from the earth. The vivid memory of his ghost flames penetrating the vines depths was still fresh in his mind. Now, however, the incline was emptyjust an ordinary slope devoid of any supernatural elements.

Much like the slope, the rest of the city block had reverted to its normal state. As the sun began its ascent over the horizon, the nights bizarre occurrences seemed to dissipate, like a dream evaporating in the first light of dawn.

For a fleeting moment, Duncan felt as though he were straddling the line between reality and an uncanny dream. His surroundings bore the disconcerting quality of a familiar space suddenly rendered strange by some invisible alteration. Yet, this disorienting sense of unreality was short-lived. Shaking off the feeling, Duncans focus sharpened as he turned his gaze toward Crown Street.

Stretching his supernatural perception in that direction, familiar life essences or imprints began to appear in his metaphysical field of visionNina, Shirley, Morrisall the energies that had been missing were now manifesting back into the material world.

Just then, the puppet head that Alice was cradling in her arms sprang to life. Its mouth flapped open and closed, and from it emanated the voice of Lucretia. Daddy, it looks like we

Im aware. Youve all returned, and so has the neighborhood, Duncan interjected, not wasting a moment.

Catching movement in his peripheral vision, he noticed people gradually appearing on the streets. Locals, seemingly oblivious to the nights supernatural events, ventured into the growing light of the morning. They engaged in mundane activitiessweeping the pavements, chatting in front of their homes, rushing off to their jobs, and discussing yesterdays headlines and todays weather forecast.

It was as if the entire community was resuming its everyday life, unaware that they had all vanished only a few hours earlier, swallowed by the mysterious dark of the night.

As the street scene grew increasingly animated, Duncan felt an eerie layer of strangeness settle over this burgeoning normality. It was as though the world had momentarily slipped into an alternate, inexplicable dimension before snapping back into its regular, familiar rhythm. This left Duncan not only puzzled but deeply intrigued, contemplating the boundary between the ordinary and the supernatural and how quickly and disconcertingly that boundary could shift.